Part 33 (1/2)
”It is. For us.”
A mischievous look shone in her eyes. ”Give me that bottle.”
Grinning, he pa.s.sed it to her and watched as she sat up and poured some in her hands then grasped his c.o.c.k. He gasped as her small, soft hands stroked him erect. Her fingernails gently grazed the underside of his c.o.c.k, then she lowered her face and took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head. She used her incisors to thrill him to the verge of eruption.
”Oh, Seraphim!” she breathed, kissing her way up his stomach and chest until she reached his face. ”I want you so much. Please! Oh, Please!”
It was a struggle to control his breathing as he pushed her onto her back and slid into her hot, wet p.u.s.s.y. It felt so good! She throbbed and clenched around his c.o.c.k as her arms and legs clung to him and her lovely little fangs sank deep into his shoulder.
He couldn't repress his moan of desire as he pumped harder and faster while his teeth sank into her flesh, and he came in a blinding surge of pure vampiric ecstasy.
Chapter Eighteen.
”You all right, Trix?” Vincent asked, glancing at her from where he sat in the pa.s.senger seat of her car.
”Fine.”
He shrugged. ”I wasn't asking for any reason.”
”I know, Dilorenzo.” She glanced at him and smiled. ”You just thought I might have been worried about seeing Rafe again.”
”I know you can handle it.” ”But if I can't, you can?”
”Bet your a.s.s, baby. I got your back. I-” He saw her amused grin and paused, shaking his head. She was one terrific lady, his Trixie.
Vincent's cell phone rang, and he switched it on. ”Yo. Dilorenzo here.”
”Just wanted to make sure you were arriving on time,” Adam's voice sounded clear on the speaker.
”No problems from our end. Are your Mama and Daddy all ready for us?” ”They'll be all set.”
”Cool. See you in a few.” Vincent switched off the phone and turned to Trixie. ”Adam is nearly at Sir Edward's. Brett and Mercedes are all ready to help us out with the raid.”
”We'll be the ones to get the ball rolling, as they say,” Trixie said. ”I think we should do this with professionalism and cla.s.s.”
”My thinking exactly, baby.”
”All you motherf.u.c.kers, this is a G.o.dd.a.m.n raid!” Trixie bellowed as she and Vincent kicked in the front door of Sir Edward's mansion.
Vampires mingling in the hall and dining room froze before they started to run.
”Hey!” Vincent grabbed two fleeing hybrids by the backs of their s.h.i.+rts and flung them into several others who tried running out the back door. They stumbled over one another as Brett, armed with a machine gun loaded with platinum bullets blocked the back door. He fired just over their heads, causing the group to remain, cringing, on the floor.
”Everybody line up in the middle of the hall!” Vincent's voice carried above the panicked murmuring of guests and staff alike. ”And shut the f.u.c.k up!”
”All you all get your hands where I can see them!” Trixie snarled. Vincent almost grinned. The madder she got, the more Southern she sounded.
Several half dressed guests with their naked mortal and hybrid wh.o.r.es, raced down the steps followed by Mercedes, armed with another machine gun.
”What the h.e.l.l is going on here?” demanded Sir Edward, striding into the hall, trying to sound collected in spite of the pallor of his face and the nervous glow of his eyes.
”It's a raid.” Trixie told him. ”And I said put your f.u.c.kin' hands where we can see them!”
”But I don't -”
Trixie took a step toward him, the snout of her gun pressing under his nose.
Trembling, Sir Edward lifted his hands, dropping his small handgun on the floor as he did so.
Vincent stooped and picked up the weapon. ”p.u.s.s.y gun for a p.u.s.s.y vamp.”
”You won't get away with this!” Sir Edward snarled. ”This mansion is Network approved, and though I know you're agents, you'd better have a very good reason for this outrage when the First Father himself is aware of my operations here and -”
”And the First Father doesn't agree with slavery,” Adam snarled as he marched several maids and the cook in from the kitchen, his own gun in his hand. ”I've been hearing unsettling stories about you, Race. Right now, everyone in this house is under arrest. Network trucks are arriving as we speak to escort all of you for questioning.”
”But, Dr. Lindsay-First Father -” Sir Edward stammered.
Adam glanced at Mercedes who had joined Brett in herding all the guests into a group. ”Is upstairs secure?”
”Perfectly.” She glanced at him.
”Is Rafe here?” Adam turned to Trixie.
She lifted her chin to better catch his scent. ”No.”
”Rafe? Does he have something to do with this?” Sir Edward asked.
”Don't speak until you have permission.” Adam growled, his fangs elongating. Vincent grinned. The boy had an impressive set of fangs-a little too thick at the tips, though.
Vincent glanced out the open door as Network vans began pulling into the huge, circular driveway. ”Taxis are here, friends.”
”You will proceed, single file, through the front door!” Adam ordered.
”Anybody causing any trouble or so much as stepping out of line will get a bullet up his a.s.s!” Vincent growled. ”Now move!”
Within five minutes, the entire house was emptied with everyone-a fuming Sir Edward included-on their way to an undisclosed location to be held until the Originals were safely off the planet.
”You'll lock up here?” Adam asked Vincent and Trixie. He and the agents had searched the house from attic to bas.e.m.e.nt, finding nothing of interest except a few specimens of Deep Red.
”Yes. And since we found nothing here-including Rafe-we can bet he's going to show up at the cave,” Trixie stated.
”We're ready for him,” Adam said. ”I'm on my way to the cave now to meet with the Originals and help with the defenses.”